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I sit by the window
right on the sill,
laugh my head off
then cry to sleep.

I then realize,
I live with the feeling
that you’ll never quite know
and never understand.

I’m defenseless
when unconscious
for I still think
of nothing, but you.

It’s always me
looking your way
and pretending
to be okay.

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